Song | Bread And Roses |
Artist | John Denver |
Album | Higher Ground |
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Lyrics:James Oppenheim Music:John Denver | |
As we go marching, marching | |
In the beauty of the day | |
A million darkened kitchens | |
A thousand mill lofts grey | |
Are touched with all the radiance | |
That a sudden sun discloses | |
For the people hear us singing | |
Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses | |
As we go marching, marching | |
We battle too for men | |
For they are women's children | |
And we mother them again | |
Our lives shall not be sweetened | |
From birth until life closes | |
Hearts starve as well as bodies | |
Give us bread, but give us roses | |
As we go marching, marching | |
We bring the greater days | |
For the rising of the women | |
Means the rising of the race | |
No more the drudge and idler | |
Ten that toil where one reposes | |
But the sharing of life's glories | |
Bread and Roses, Rread and Roses |
Lyrics: James Oppenheim Music: John Denver | |
As we go marching, marching | |
In the beauty of the day | |
A million darkened kitchens | |
A thousand mill lofts grey | |
Are touched with all the radiance | |
That a sudden sun discloses | |
For the people hear us singing | |
Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses | |
As we go marching, marching | |
We battle too for men | |
For they are women' s children | |
And we mother them again | |
Our lives shall not be sweetened | |
From birth until life closes | |
Hearts starve as well as bodies | |
Give us bread, but give us roses | |
As we go marching, marching | |
We bring the greater days | |
For the rising of the women | |
Means the rising of the race | |
No more the drudge and idler | |
Ten that toil where one reposes | |
But the sharing of life' s glories | |
Bread and Roses, Rread and Roses |
Lyrics: James Oppenheim Music: John Denver | |
As we go marching, marching | |
In the beauty of the day | |
A million darkened kitchens | |
A thousand mill lofts grey | |
Are touched with all the radiance | |
That a sudden sun discloses | |
For the people hear us singing | |
Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses | |
As we go marching, marching | |
We battle too for men | |
For they are women' s children | |
And we mother them again | |
Our lives shall not be sweetened | |
From birth until life closes | |
Hearts starve as well as bodies | |
Give us bread, but give us roses | |
As we go marching, marching | |
We bring the greater days | |
For the rising of the women | |
Means the rising of the race | |
No more the drudge and idler | |
Ten that toil where one reposes | |
But the sharing of life' s glories | |
Bread and Roses, Rread and Roses |